Ride Angel Ride: A Biker Erotic Romance (Red Skulls MC) (2 page)

CHAPTER THREE

Mary was trying to remember when she had last ridden in a momma seat. She’d been with her dad on his bike. On that bike, she could sit back and relax. Here, she had to hold onto Roger to feel comfortable. Or maybe she just wanted to hold onto Roger.

She hugged him tightly as they sped out of the lot and down the frontage road toward the highway. “So why do they call you Speedy?” she asked.

He laughed and yelled back to her, “I would love to say it was because of my riding skills, but it’s because my junior high football coach kept getting my name wrong. He kept calling Gonzales rather than Martinez. My friends started singing the Speedy Gonzales song whenever I came off the field. The coach eventually got my name right, but by the time I got to high school, I was Speedy.

“Do you have a nickname?” he asked over the wind.

“Daddy calls me ‘Baby Girl,’ but I think he would kill anyone else who called me that,” she answered.

“Yeah,” he replied, “At’s a little tight when it comes to you.”

“He doesn’t usually let people call him ‘At,’ either. How do you get away with it?”

“That’s what my dad called him,” answered Roger. “They were in ‘Nam together. Dad came back pretty busted up, but not so busted up that he couldn’t have seven kids. I’m number seven. Your dad would stop by whenever he was in Dallas. He’s been sort of a patron and protector to our whole family. He
really
doesn’t like to be called Uncle Atticus, so we settled on At.”

Mary was about to ask more about Roger’s family when he said, “Diner ahead on the right. She should be as hot as she’s going to get, so let’s pull in there.”

When they pulled into the parking lot, Mary hopped off and immediately stuck her stethoscope against each of the cylinders to listen for valve noise. Her smile told Roger all he needed to know.

“It’s getting late, and I didn’t have lunch. Why don’t we stop and eat as long as we’re out here together?” he suggested.

Mary replied, “I don’t have my purse with me, so we can’t go Dutch.”

“Who said anything about Dutch?” he replied. “I’m just taking my excellent mechanic out on a date in appreciation of her fixing my bike.”

Mary nodded her head slightly and Roger led her into the diner. A date? The last time she’d been on a real date, the boy’s father had driven them to the movies.

Roger was so easy to talk to. They talked about family. They talked about bikes. They compared engines and compressions and acceleration and handling in bad weather. Time seemed to stand still. That is, until the waitress said, “Sorry folks, you need to pay up. We’re closing in about 15 minutes.”

“Closing?” Mary said. “I thought you were open until 2 a.m.?”

The waitress laughed and said, “We are, honey. We are.” Then as she walked away she said to no one in particular, “Ain’t love grand?”

“I guess I’d better get you back to the shop,” said Roger, suddenly looking at his watch. “Or is there someplace else I should drop you off?”

“The shop, I guess. I only hope Dad’s still out of town.”

Little did Mary realize that her dad was the least of her worries. As they walked out of the diner, they could see at least a dozen other bikes parked at the edge of the lot by Roger’s motorcycle. There was also a gleaming bike, but from the color she could tell it wasn’t her dad’s. Standing next to Roger’s bike were several mechanics from the shop. With them were some of the welders and builders from CJ’s. CJ himself was sitting on his bike glaring at them as they came across the lot.

As they approached, one of the men spoke up. “Now I know that Mr. Taylor has always told us that there has to be peace between the chapters, but I don’t think this is a chapter to chapter problem.”

“No,” said CJ from where he was sitting. “This is more like a man to man—or men to punk who wants to mess with At’s baby girl—problem.”

“You know that’s a very dangerous thing to do,” said a third man holding a couple of tools in his hands, “and when you do dangerous things, bad stuff can happen. A brake retainer could come loose and lock up your back wheel at speed.”

Another man said, “Or a link could loosen on the chain and release while you’re in a curve.”

“Speaking of curves,” said a fourth voice from the back of the group, “I’ve heard that there are a lot of very slippery curves between here and Texas. Why, if something were to come alongside you on one of those curves you might lose control and go flying off into who knows what.”

CJ smiled at him and said, “Do you get our drift, Texas Chapter President, or do I have to spell it out a little more clearly for you?”

Roger stood next to Mary while the men, except for CJ, began to form a circle around them. Mary couldn’t see clearly whether or not any of the men were holding anything in their hands, but even if they weren’t, there were 14 of them plus CJ. Roger didn’t stand a chance.

“Wait just a God-damned minute!” she yelled at them. “You fuckers are going to listen to me or by God, you will see what else I inherited from my father besides my magic touch with engines.”

All of the men stepped back
unconsciously. Perhaps it was the cold fury in Mary’s voice. Perhaps it was because they had never, ever before heard her swear or use truly vulgar language. Or perhaps it was because as she stood there glaring at them, she somehow looked very much like a female version of Atticus.

Her voice softened very slightly and she held up her hand, pointing slightly at CJ. “Roger,” she said, “I would like you to meet CJ Walsh, my dad’s business partner. His name is actually John Walsh. The CJ stands for Crazy Jack.”

Her voice went back to full fury. Pulling Roger with her she pushed through the line of men and stood at the front wheel of his bike facing him. “And God-dammit Jack, tonight you are living up to your name.”

While Jack and the men with him were still staring at her in shock, she said to Roger in a whisper, “Let’s ride now, before they figure out what to do.”

Roger jumped onto his Harley and immediately started the engine. As he began to roll, Mary leapt onto the seat behind him and yelled, “Go!”

The big engine sprang to life and the screech of burning rubber could be heard above the characteristic Harley roar. “Where?” he yelled over his shoulder.

“Interstate,” she yelled back. “You’ve got the pistons, let’s get somewhere you can use them.”

“What if they sabotaged the bike?”

“Do you want to die riding or die in a parking lot?” she answered.

“Point taken,” he replied, and the Harley screamed around the corner toward the highway. In his mirrors he could see the lights of the pursuing bikes gaining on him rapidly. Several of the bikes were much more agile than the big Ultra and were making real gains on the corners, but once Roger reached the entrance ramp and was able to open up the throttle, the smaller bikes couldn’t match the power of the big 103 and started falling farther and farther behind.

Mary was straining to hear every noise coming from the bike. With wind roaring in her ears it was impossible to be sure, but things sounded OK so far. “Take the first exit after 93 and we’ll go down to the plaza. Gear it down–no brakes. If the chain goes, we’ll still be OK, but if a wheel locks were screwed. If they screwed with anything in the wheels it could let go if you brake heavy.”

Roger let up gradually and the bike began to slow. Then he downshifted and brought the speed down even further so that he could safely make the exit. There was no traffic coming, so he blew through the stop sign at the end of the exit. By the time they reached the travel plaza, he had practically brought the bike to a stop.

He stopped in front of one of the pumps. “At least we know the valves are working properly,” he said. Mary did not return his smile.

“Let me check things over,” she said. “If it’s good we can get out of here.”

As she was checking the brakes, chain, and other critical components, Roger said, “So, those are your co-workers?”

“Yeah,” she grunted in reply.

“Well,” said Roger, “except for the part where they wanted to kill me, it was a good introduction to the people you work with.”

“What now?” asked Mary.

“I could take you back to the shop so you can get your bike, or we could find someplace that’s open all night, or...”

“Take me to my apartment.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“More sure than anything ever in my life,” she answered.

CHAPTER FOUR

Mary lived in one of those open courtyard places that looked like the architect normally designed cheap motels. There was a large courtyard that in a motel would probably have housed the office and a large swimming pool. Here, it was covered by a one-story, dark blue, steel building that was divided up into garages and storage areas.

“Let’s put your bike in my garage for now,” she said, indicating one of the larger storage areas. The steel door had a push-key lock. Mary keyed in the proper code and then held the door open so that Roger could wheel his bike into the space.

Her apartment was on the second floor. Roger walked behind her up the steps and then hand in hand through the hall to her door. She unlocked the door, then stopped and gave a nervous laugh.

“I’ve never had a boy bring me home from a date before,” she said, looking down at the ground, “I really don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

Roger took both of her hands in his and looked into her eyes. “Well,” he said, “I’ve only been on this side of it, but if the date didn’t go very well, you give the boy a firm handshake and say that you had a great time.”

“And if it went better?”

“If it went better and you really would like to see him again, you give him a sweet kiss on the cheek and tell him you had a wonderful time and would really love to hear from him again.”

Mary stood silently looking at Roger for what seemed like several minutes, and then she threw her arms around him and mashed her lips against his.

“Then there’s always that,” he said as he moved her through the door.

“Are you sure your want this?” he asked as they stood inside her darkened apartment.

In answer, she pulled him through the small living room and into her bedroom. There were no lights on in the apartment, but the light from the courtyard cast a soft glow in the room, as if it were lit by candles.

They stood by the side of the bed, caressing each other and tasting each other’s mouths. “Go slow,” she breathed into his ear, “you’ll have to guide me.”

He pulled back slightly from her to look directly into her eyes. She blushed slightly and looked down in embarrassment. “I know. Hard to believe. The daughter of the infamous Atticus Taylor an old-maid virgin. But you’re the first man who’s ever had the courage to touch me. And you’re the first man who’s ever given me the courage to break out of my baby girl cocoon.”

Now it was Roger who wasn’t sure how to proceed. He was experienced with many different types of women, but this was the first time he’d ever been confronted with true innocence. Mary was giving herself to him. He would be her first. She wasn’t a conquest to him. They had found each other. Something was there the moment they had met. It grew unbelievably fast as they opened their souls to each other in their time at the diner. And then she claimed her place as a woman who’d saved his life.

Mary could sense his conflict and confusion. She whispered softly, “Let your love guide you. It’s led us to here. It will lead us both into our future together.”

In answer, he brushed his lips against hers and then trailed his kisses slowly down her neck. As he lightly kissed his way back to her lips, he slid his hand under the edge of her shirt and softly rubbed her stomach just beneath the rib cage with the back of his hand. Pulling her closer, he slid his hand around to her back and began to lightly stroke the exposed skin between her bra and the top of her jeans.

Mary moaned softly as she felt the gentleness of his touch. He turned her slightly nuzzled the back of her neck. Soft kisses trailed along her shoulders as his hands traced swirling patterns on her abdomen.

She instinctively knew it was time. She turned to face him, raising her hands above her head. He lifted her shirt up over her head and arms. Then he pulled her close once again and kissed her firmly on the mouth. Their tongues intertwined as they each gave themselves to the other and captured the other for themselves.

She pulled back slightly and began unbuttoning his shirt. Soon it was hanging loose from his shoulders and she was pressing her body against his. His skin felt warm and smooth against hers.

She wanted to tear off her bra so she could press herself completely against his inviting chest, but somehow she knew that it would be better to wait. But then again, to wait for what?

Roger shrugged his shirt off his shoulders and turned her again so that her back was now pressed against his chest. She rubbed her shoulders back and forth against his muscles. She felt his arm encircle her and his hands work at the buttons of her jeans.

He was having some difficulty freeing the button at the top. At first she thought it was male clumsiness working with female clothing, but then she realized that her jeans were especially tight. She knew that her breasts swelled slightly when she was excited, but did that area of her body also swell? It was definitely becoming more sensitive, and not just between her legs.

Her lower abdomen, the front of her thighs, and the swell of her buttocks were all becoming super sensitive. She could feel the rough denim sliding across the curve of her ass. It even tingled slightly as the denim fell down her thighs, past her knees, and onto the floor. Was her whole body becoming alive in this moment?

Roger continued to hold her against him as he slowly ran his hands down her body, past her panties, and onto the front of her thighs. She broke slightly from his grip and turned to face him. She pressed her mouth tightly against his, fumbled to unbuckle his belt and loosen his jeans. As she lowered the zipper of his jeans, she could feel the obvious swelling within them. He moved back slightly and let them fall to the floor. Again the brush of denim against her legs sent tingles throughout her body.

Now they were face to face with their bodies pressed tightly against each other. His kisses were moving across her mouth and over her face. It was as if each of them were driven to take in the taste and feel of the other.

Mary felt Roger’s hands working the clasp of her bra. With the way that her breasts were now swollen, it would have been difficult for her to unclip it, but he pulled her more tightly into his chest and, using both hands, released the clasp. She pulled back slightly to allow the cups to fall from her breasts and then pushed forward again.

She moaned loudly as her bare breasts pressed against the skin of Roger’s chest. His arms were now over her shoulders, pressing her even more tightly into his wonderful embrace. His hands were under the elastic of her panties, gently massaging the tops of her buttocks. She groaned as he pushed her pelvis against his own.

Then his hands were gone. He was pushing his own boxers down his legs. Perhaps he needed to free his straining member, or perhaps he was letting her accustom herself to the feel of that hot appendage against her skin before she herself was totally exposed.

She was surprised at how truly hard it was, and how warm it was against her skin. His hands were once again within her panties, kneading the muscles of her ass, pushing her against him. She found that her hips were starting to move on their own. Small thrusts at first, but deeper and stronger movements seemed to come from within her.

He slid her panties down her legs and kissed her deeply. “I think it’s time we moved to the bed,” he said in a gentle voice. He nudged her backward and slowly lowered her onto the bed. The sheets felt cool against her body. When had she, or Roger, pulled the bed covers aside?

Roger ran his hands down the length of her legs. When he reached her feet, he stripped off her socks with a single motion and then moved his hands back up the inside of her legs. She was on fire and he had yet to touch her breasts or her sex.

He quickly removed his own socks, and now they were both totally naked and pressing their bodies tightly against each other. He kissed her lips and then trailed his kisses down to her breasts. She gasped as he lightly sucked on a nipple. She gasped again when he switched to her other breast and sucked slightly harder.

He moved his lips back to her mouth, and in so doing brought his chest over hers so that he was crushing her breasts between them. She continued to moan and her body began to undulate on the bed.

He pressed his mouth more tightly against hers, running his hand down her stomach and between her legs. His fingers slid easily into her wet slit and he pushed one, then two fingers slightly inside her. Her moan became almost a scream as he slid them upward and glided over her engorged clit.

“Are you ready?” he asked quietly.

Mary nodded her head and Roger slid on top of her and positioned himself between her legs. He kept his weight off of her with his hands as he slowly lowered himself onto her. She reached down to guide him into the entrance between her petals, and then he was inside her.

Slowly, very slowly, he pushed inside of her, pulling back out just a little each time he pushed forward so her love canal could adjust itself to his size. She gasped suddenly; he held still for a moment. Tampons and years of riding motorcycles had long since broken that fragile piece of skin called a hymen, but that part of her had never before been fully stretched out. He moved in and out without penetrating further until he felt her fully open up, and then he resumed his slow invasion of her body.

As he penetrated deeper and deeper into her, she began to push upward to meet him and push him more fully into herself. Finally, he was completely inside her; his body was against hers. Then he began to move slowly in and out. As her body adjusted to the fullness and his movements, he began moving faster and thrusting more forcefully until both of them were fully involved in the dance of love.

She could feel her climax building within her; it was something she had never felt before. She had experimented with her fingers and with toys occasionally, but it was never like this. This was more than just mechanical stimulation. This was being taken to the heights of passion by someone you loved. She could feel herself merging with Roger. And then, with an explosion of the whitest light, they merged into one as Roger collapsed on top of her, hugging her tightly and smothering her mouth with kisses.

After a short while, Roger rolled over onto the bed next to her and pulled her up into his arms. She buried her face against his chest and lay listening to his breathing and the beating of his heart for what seemed to be just a few minutes, but then she noticed that the room was growing lighter.

The sun was coming up. It was morning...
and she could hear several bikes coming into the courtyard.

“That’s CJ!” she exclaimed suddenly. “I don’t know the names of the other two, but they’re both fabricators in his shop.”

“You don’t know their names and yet you can identify their engines from here?”

“Shh. Shh,” she replied. “They might not know you’re here. Stay hidden while I deal with them.”

“I’m not going to let you–” he started to say, but she cut him off.

“They’re not trying to kill me. It’s you they’re looking for. You stay here and stay quiet.” With that, she hurriedly pulled on her jeans and blouse and walked out into the living room. CJ had not yet knocked on the door when she pulled it open and said with irritation in her voice, “Whad’da you want, CJ?”

“Figured you’d need a ride in this morning,” he answered gruffly. “Your bike is still at the shop. Don’t see Speedy’s ride, so I assume he dumped you here after he got what he wanted.”

“If you mean, did he bring me back to my apartment after we escaped you and your selected hit squad, yes, he did.” She gave CJ a big smile. She really didn’t feel like smiling at him after what had happened last night, but he had just confirmed that they didn’t know Roger was in the apartment.

“Let me wash my face and get my things and I’ll be right down,” she said as she walked back into the bedroom. She glanced over her shoulder to see if CJ was following her, but he remained just outside the door.

She turned on the water in the bathroom and whispered to Roger, “They don’t know you’re here. This is probably the safest place you can be right now. Just stay put until I can get away from the shop tonight. Then we’ll go someplace else and figure things out.”

Roger nodded silently in agreement and kissed her lightly on the lips. CJ’s voice carried in from the doorway, “Hurry up, Baby Girl, we’ve got a shop to get open and running.”